The Paladin sat in contemplation. She was caught between her duty and the voice of her heart. Was she any better than the supposedly evil people she killed?
She rose and passed through corridors lined with holy relics. They were crafted from gold donated from pious kings or reconsecrated from heathen temples. But where had that gold come from originally? Was it faith or merely a display?
She decided to lay down her sword and walk until she could say for sure.
In the end, she never stopped walking but left a trail of mercy and hope in her wake.

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